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This is a story about a sexual FANTASY written for consenting adults. If 
you're not both of those, don't read it.  Characters in a FANTASY don't 
get sick or die unless I want them to. In real life, people who don't 
use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do get sick and die. You don't 
live in a FANTASY so be safe.  The fictional characters in my stories 
are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY - don't try to do what 
they do - someone could get hurt.

If you think you know somebody who resembles any of the characters here, 
congratulations, but you're wrong - any similarity between the 
characters in this story and any real person is purely coincidental, 
since all of these characters are figments of my dirty little imagination.

This is my story, not yours. Don't sell it or put it on a pay site. You 
can keep it and/or give it away with all of this information intact, but 
if you make money off of it without my permission, you're breaking the 
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A House in the Woods - Cassie (MF, oral, anal, D/S, B/D, best, pierce)
(C)Copyright 2004 - Shakes Peer2B
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With rings in both eyebrows, several in each ear, a nose stud, and 
another ring through her black painted lower lip, not to mention the 
obligatory navel bangle, this girl was a walking hardware store!

She stood sullenly on my front porch, slouching in her low-slung black 
pants and black tube top, her heavy black eyeshadow making her look a 
little like a raccoon.

She paid no attention to the dogs as they sniffed at her.  I continued 
studying her for a few moments as she again knocked impatiently at the 
doorframe. Although her hair was black with a neon blue streak, the 
pallor of her skin made me think that she had probably started life as a 
blonde.

"What do you want?" I said from the shadows, before stepping out where 
she could see me through the screen.

She started a bit then shrugged, trying to hide her surprise, "I want 
you to pierce me like you did Bethany."

"Did Bethany tell you how she got those little items?" I asked.

"Uh, uh. She's my roommate but we don't get along all that well." there 
was a hint of vulnerability behind the tough facade of her Goth look.

"So she didn't tell you what they cost her?" I probed.

"Uh, uh. Like I said, we don't get along that good." Her look got even 
more sullen. "She just told me how to find this place and that this was 
where she got them."

I smiled inwardly.  If Bethany didn't get along with this girl, she 
might have sent her to me for an attitude adjustment, much like the one 
she had received at my hands.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Cassie." was all she said.

"Your full name, girl!" I said menacingly.

She peered defiantly through the screen, but decided against a rebuttal. 
  Her blue corneas flashed startlingly from the depths of her black 
outlined eyes.

"Cassandra," she muttered, "Cassandra di Carlo."

"That's a beautiful name - straight out of Greek Mythology." I said, 
"Some say that the original Cassandra was raped when Troy fell, others 
that she was enslaved. What do you think happened to her?"

She gave me a penetrating stare, then answered, "Doesn't matter. She 
knew what was coming and didn't do anything to prevent it.  Whatever it 
was, she wanted it. She had that gift of prophecy from Apollo."

"And what about you, Cassandra?" I asked in a low voice, "Do you have 
the gift of prophecy?  Do you know what's coming - what it's going to 
cost you to get those spikes in your little pink nipples?"

She stared at me for a very long time.  I could almost see the wheels 
turning in her head. Her slouch had suddenly gone stiff as she 
contemplated the possible meanings behind my question.  Smart cookie! I 
liked that.

A slow smile spread across her features and she said, "Doesn't matter. I 
want them."

"And what will you do with them, once you have them, Cassandra?" I asked.

"Use them to shock my lovers." she said with a secret little smile "And 
once they get over the shock, I'll show them how to use them to control 
me while they have their way with me."

"How many lovers do you have, Cassandra?" I asked.

"Two, so far." she was trying to shock me, but she had come to the wrong 
place for that.

"Men, or women?" I asked.

I think she wanted to spring that on me, to see my reaction, but I beat 
her to the punch. "One of each."

"So these lovers are... aggressive?" I prodded.

Her lip curled a little, "Not as aggressive as I'd like! That's one of 
the reasons I want the spikes! I want them to use me, not make love to me!"

I opened the screen and stepped out.

"Strip!" I ordered, "I want to see what I've got to work with!"

Her blue eyes shot a challenge in my direction, but the black, full 
length coat landed on the porch, followed quickly by the spandex top. 
The calf-length boots with thick platform soles looked like they would 
take about an hour to unlace, but were velcroed up the back and came off 
easily.  She wore no underwear, so when the baggy black pants slid off 
her legs, they left her bare, glinting in the sunlight from the various 
pieces of metal attached to her body.

"No one believed your namesake's predictions because she promised Apollo 
something then didn't give it to him, and he cursed her." I whispered in 
her ear as I stepped behind her, "I'm not Apollo. I will take what I 
want, whether you promise it or not. I will give you two minutes to 
decide if those spikes are worth the potential cost."

She stared straight ahead as I pinched her nipples from behind, 
squeezing her breasts in the process.

"I don't need two minutes." she rasped, "That bitch was a tease and a 
liar. She told Apollo he could fuck her, then after he fullfilled his 
end of the bargain, she changed her mind. You go ahead and take what you 
want. I want those spikes."

I reached inside the screen door and retrieved a set of chains - one 
long one attached to a ring from which three shorter chains radiated.  I 
kept the chains there for certain other visitors, and thought Cassie 
might benefit from them, as well. Each of the short chains ended in a 
small, adjustable clamp.  I attached one clamp to each of her nipples, 
tightening them until she gasped from the pain, then did the same to her 
clit.

Cassandra's blonde-fuzzed pussy leaked fluid down her pale thighs and 
her back and shoulders curved as though trying to protect her sensitive 
front, but her hands stayed at her sides.

Taking up the longer chain, I ordered, "Hands and knees, now!"

She shot me another glance, but did as ordered.

"Heel!" I told her as I opened the screen door and marched her inside.

Caesar and Czar followed along behind, but the 'Heel' command meant 
nothing to them.  I had trained these dogs as companions and partners, 
not slaves.

The journey to the dungeon was uneventful, though I got a few gasps from 
the little black-haired bitch when she failed to keep up and the chains 
tugged at her most vulnerable parts!

"Eyes down!" I commanded, as we descended the stairs. At the bottom, I 
tugged on the leash to get her to her feet.

Cassandra's eyes went wide as she surveyed the dungeon and she muttered, 
"Holy shit! I have died and gone to heaven!"

"You think this is what heaven looks like?" I asked.

"It's what MY heaven looks like!" she said in wonder as her eyes 
continued roving around the room, devouring the whips and bondage equipment.

"Have you ever been in a place like this, Cassandra?" I asked.

Her eyes continued surveying the dungeon and she drifted toward one of 
the nearby devices, running her hands lovingly over its surface.

"Only in my dreams, Mr. Brenneman." she sighed in wonder, caressing 
leather of the cuffs. "And every time I dreamed about it, I woke up with 
three fingers in my pussy and the bed soaked under me."

"I hope you made plans to stay the weekend." I said, tugging on the 
chain to bring her back to my side.

"I don't plan, I just do." she said defiantly.

I pulled her in close with the chains and told her, "Well, here are the 
rules. While you are here, you 'just do' what I say. You call me 'Sir', 
and you speak only to answer questions, is that clear?"

"Yes, SIR!" there was still a note of defiance in her voice.

I smiled.  Good! She wanted to be treated roughly, but she was going to 
make damn sure I was strong enough to handle her.

I shoved two fingers deep into her cunt and lifted her off the floor 
until she was eye-level with me. Cassandra's eyes went wide with shock 
as she found herself impaled, a foot off the floor, balancing on my hand.

"You keep that attitude, girl!" I said in a low voice, "It will make 
this weekend a lot more fun for me!"

"Y-yes, sir!" she whispered meekly.

I wriggled my fingers inside her, then clamped them onto her pubic bone. 
"I didn't hear you, slut!"

"Yes, Sir!" she gasped.

With that, I bound her face up on the bench I use for such things, and 
secured her so she couldn't move.

"Do I need to gag you," I asked, "or can you keep your mouth shut while 
I do this?"

The challenge was still in her eyes as she answered, "I don't need a 
gag...  sir!"

I gelled her nipples and attached the suction/implant device to her 
right, making sure the nipple got drawn straight into the vacuum tube. 
When I triggered the spring-loaded device that drove the spike deep into 
her nipple, Cassandra gave a startled cry.

Withouth a word, I jammed a large ring gag between her teeth, and 
dropped the end flap of the bench so her head hung down.  She struggled 
valiantly with her breathing and gag reflex as I shoved my erection down 
her throat, but still there were tears making tracks through the heavy 
eye makeup by the time my pubic hair tickled her chin.

"If you can't keep that mouth shut, then you can put it to good use." I 
told her, stroking slowly in and out, but making sure to give her time 
to breathe.

In short order, I had installed the second spike, then, for good 
measure, I put a heavy barbell through her clit. She managed to stay 
quiet for the second nipple, but her groans and muffled cries vibrated 
my cock as I worked the large guage needle through the little pink 
bundle of nerves between her baby-like labia.

The shaft of the barbell was stainless steel, and would stand up to some 
pretty rough stuff without bending.  The balls on each end were steel 
with a high iron content and were each about a half inch in diameter. 
Once snapped on, the only way to remove the balls was to cut the bar. 
The bar was just long enough to allow attachment of narrow hooks on 
either side of her clit, and I snapped on a U-shaped piece, also 
stainless, to which a leash or weights could be attached.

I had been experimenting with attachments for the spikes, in case 
Bethany decided to return, and had come up with a very special apparatus.

"Want to be my guinea pig?" I asked Cassandra as I withdrew from her mouth.

Without hesitation, her head nodded in the affirmative and "Eth thuh!" 
emanated from the ring gag.

I removed the ring gag and released her from the bench. I suspended 
Cassandra upright by her wrists, then cuffed her ankles to chains that 
made her do a wide split - spreading her body into an inverted 'T'. From 
the small case of accessories I had prepared for the spikes she now 
wore, I extracted two round discs, each about a quarter inch thick.  A 
threaded rod protruded from the back of each disc.  I screwed them into 
Cassie's new spikes until they were snug. By the time I finished, there 
was a small puddle of slime on the floor beneath her crotch.

I then wheeled my experimental contraption over, adjusted the breast 
cups to fit over Cassandra's pale, flattened mounds, centering them over 
the spikes. Built into each of the cups was the modified core of an 
audio speaker, sans paper cone.

A similar device fitted over Cassie's new barbell.  Since Cassie wasn't 
completely immobile, I strapped the devices to her body and left the 
adjustment joints on their mounting arms loose.  This would allow her to 
move as much as she wanted without dislodging the devices.

I plugged the audio cord into the speaker jack of my PC, and programmed 
in a set of MP3 files for her listening - and feeling - enjoyment.

Placing a set of headphones on her ears, I started the sequence playing. 
  To get her in the mood, I started her off with some dirge-like Goth 
music. There wasn't enough bass or beat to really take advantage of the 
apparatus, since it responded best at low frequencies, but it would get 
her started.

As the audio signal played through the speaker cores in my little sex 
machine, the electromagnets pulsed in time with the music.  Each pulse 
pushed and pulled at the magnets screwed into Cassandra's spikes as well 
as the balls attached to her clit.

Her mouth opened as the music started, and her breasts and pussy began 
pulsing in time with the sound in her ears. I slipped behind her hanging 
body and slid my rigid cock deep into the molten cauldron of her pussy. 
A continuous moan issued from her mouth, rising and falling with the 
relative volume of the music.

Cassie came around my cock for the first time in the middle of a rap 
song with a heavy beat, and continued cumming throughout the selection 
of songs with heavy bass and drums. Heart's 'Crazy on You' wrung four 
tremendous spasms from her!

I slipped from her pussy, and shoved myself unceremoniously up her ass 
as the last song began. She shrieked at the intrusion, but pushed 
backward to meet it. When 'Inna gadda da vida' got to the drum solo, 
Cassandra went ballistic! She shrieked and twisted in her bonds, 
slamming herself backward on my cock, and came almost continuously as 
the sound of the drums rotated from channel to channel, stimulating 
first one breast, then the other!

I had rigged the device at her clit so that each stereo channel acted on 
a different side of her barbell, which nearly tied her clit in knots as 
the sound shifted from one channel to the other!

My cock was almost torn from it's roots as her orgasm began, and she 
shuddered, trembled, and moaned through the entire drum piece, 
collapsing in her bonds just as the other instruments started back  for 
the finish of the song.

I released Cassie from her bonds and helped her into the dungeon shower. 
  When she came out, she looked less like a raccoon and more like a 
desirable young lady. Without the armor of her makeup, she also looked 
more lost and vulnerable. Something clicked in my mind as I watched her 
towel herself dry - something connecting her behavior with the apparent 
vulnerability.

I thought it was worth a little exploration, at least.

As I positioned her over a padded bench, with her newly spiked breasts 
dangling through a gap in the bench, I interrogated her: "You're a 
beautiful young lady, Cassie, why the Gothic makeup and clothing?"

She made a noise of dismissal. "So what if I'm beautiful? There's a lot 
more to me than that, but all the guys see is this chick they want to 
fuck. Who needs that shit?"

"Let me see if I understand you correctly." I said as I secured her 
wrists to the sides of the bench, "You don't like being treated as a sex 
object, so you come down here and put yourself at the mercy of the 
biggest pervert in the state for a pair of shiny baubles?"

"Hey, at least I'm getting something that I want out of it!" She shot 
back. "The guys I've dated all want to use me, too, but all I get from 
them is torn clothes and a cheap meal somewhere. If I'm lucky they'll 
throw in a movie.  Life sucks! Get used to it!"

"So that's it?" I asked, binding her knees far apart, to leave her 
nether end open and vulnerable. "Life sucks and there's nothing you can 
do about it, so you might as well accept it?"

"Yeah, that about sums it up." she replied sullenly.

"Cassandra, if someone came up to you on the street and slapped your 
face," I asked softly, leaning over her, "would you have any choice 
about how you reacted?"

To her credit, she stopped to think about it before answering.

"Well, yeah, I guess so." she said, "I mean, you could choose to ignore 
it, or you could slap them back, or, if you were really pissed, I guess 
you could just go postal on them and kick the living shit out of them."

"Okay," I continued, "let's say that person slapped you every day, and 
you weren't big enough to 'kick the living shit out of them'.  Is there 
anything you could do to make them NOT slap you?"

"Well, I guess you could take a different route to wherever you were 
going." she said, sounding puzzled, "Or you could talk to them and try 
to find out why the hell they were slapping you, and maybe stop whatever 
it is that's pissing them off."

"But is that you making them stop," I asked, "or you changing what YOU 
do so as not to get slapped?"

She was silent for several long moments.

"I guess it would be me changing what I do." she finally replied.

"So take it a little further." I said, "Can you EVER, without using 
force or some form of coercion, make other people do what you want?"

"No!" she replied, "Like I said: 'Life sucks, get used to it.'!"

"But it's the next part of that sentence that's important, Cassandra." I 
said softly, "Do you know what the next part is?"

Silence again, as she thought over our conversation, then with a tinge 
of wonder in her voice, Cassie replied, "...so you have to change what 
YOU do if you want it to get better! But that's so damn simple!"

"Exactly!" I said, "Life can get very complex, and no one does anything 
unless they think it will benefit them in some way, so you can't control 
how life treats you, only what you do about it! Surrendering, you see, 
is NOT your only option."

"Now," I said, "I'm going to give you a small taste of the kind of thing 
that can happen when you surrender, then we'll talk some more."

"What do you mean?" she asked suspiciously.

"You'll see!" I replied.

I gave Caesar his cue.  He and Czar had been watching the festivities 
and both sported enormous pink erections beneath their furry bellies, 
knowing that sooner or later, they'd get a chance to mate this hairless 
bitch.  Caesar wasted no time. In a flash he was covering his bitch, 
pulling her to him with paws tucked in front of her hind legs, searching 
for the opening.

"What the...?!" Cassie started to say, fear in her voice, "Oh my GOD! 
Not the damn DOG! Hey! I said YOU could take what you want - I didn't 
say anything about any damn dogs! Get him off me!"

"But Cassandra," I replied sweetly, "this IS what I want!"

"Oh SHIT!" she cried, as Caesar's spear found the target, and sank 
deeply into her moist pussy. "You fucker!  I didn't agree to let a dog 
fuck me! I'll sue your ass!"

"Well, Cassie," I knelt beside her and yanked on her spikes. "Before you 
go to your lawyer, you should know that everything that's happened from 
the time you entered my property has been recorded - both audio and 
video - so you have to decide whether or not you want to watch those 
videos in a public courtroom, along with the press, your family, and a 
judge and jury.  Especially the part where you told me to take what I 
want, stripped off your clothes with no help from me, and stayed, even 
when I gave you the chance to leave.  That'll go over big, don't you think?"

As usual, Caesar's knot inflated rapidly, and soon he was irrevocably 
locked inside Cassie's pussy.

"What the hell, ungh, is that!" she cried "I feel so goddamn full! It's 
like somebody shoved a fist in me!"

"Have you ever watched dogs mate, Cassie?" I asked.

"Why would I do that?" she replied, "Fuck no!"

"Well, then, this will be a marvelous new experience for you!" I said 
brightly, "You see, when the male dog is firmly seated inside his bitch 
- in this case, that would be you - a large lump forms near the base of 
his cock to ensure that he stays inside her until he's pumped her full 
of his seed, and it's had time to go to work.  Since Caesar likes to 
feel that knot moving around inside his bitch, his knot inflates quicker 
than most, so I'd guess you and he are going to be intimately coupled 
for at least the next half hour."

Actually, Caesar was in no hurry.  He was loving the feel of his knot 
shuttling back and forth within this pale little bitch.

"Now, Cassie," I whispered in her ear, as she grunted under Caesar's 
assault, "you are in a situation beyond your control.  You cannot make 
Caesar quit fucking you. Do you have ANY options?"

I could see the wheels churning and I knew she realized what the options 
were, but didn't want to admit it to herself.

"NO!" she croaked, looking defiantly at me. "Fuck NO!"

"Does that mean you can't think of any options, or are you just denying 
them?" I asked.

"I know what you want me to say, fucker," she growled, "and I'm not 
going to say it!"

"That's a choice. Just so you understand, though," I caressed the hair 
away from her face, "I'm not advocating that you take one path or 
another, I simply want you to understand that, even in this situation, 
you can choose how you react.  You can continue to surrender and suffer 
silently, or you can choose to try to get something for yourself out of it."

"Oh, yeah!" she grunted derisively, "'Just lay back and enjoy your rape, 
baby!' That's been the mantra of guys like you since we lived in caves! 
  I'm not buying it!"

"As I said, the choice is yours." I continued, "So long as you realize 
that you DO have options and you make your choice consciously.  By the 
way, you made a bad choice in calling me 'fucker' instead of 'Sir'."

Her eyes went wide at the realization of the implications of that.

"We'll get to the consequences of that shortly." I smiled, "In the 
meantime, what do you think of your choice in coming here?"

She glared at me without answering.

I decided on a change of tactic.

"Now, I want you to realize, Cassandra," I said, "that this is not just 
any old dog fucking you.  His name is Caesar.  He and his brother over 
there, Czar, are half timber wolf.  They are two of the smartest animals 
you're ever likely to come across.  They are also trained, experienced 
lovers.  Many's the human bitch who's come back begging for more after 
one or both of these master cocksmen has had them."

"You feel that sharp thing poking around your cervix?" I continued, 
"That's the bone that ensures his cock will stay rigid even when he's 
not aroused.  It also enhances the sensation for the female, especially 
human females who are accustomed to the blunt nosed cocks of human 
males. Now, the real treasure with a big cocked dog like Caesar, is the 
knot.  Of course, you're feeling that right now.  It should be about the 
size of a softball by now.  See, unlike a human male, whose cock is 
mostly sensitive around the head, a dog's cock is sensitive for most of 
the length of his shaft.  That's especially true of the knot."

I put my hand under Cassie's belly and applied a little pressure. 
Caesars rapid stroking increased in force and speed at the added sensation.

"See? That's the part that Caesar likes best - feeling that knot rubbing 
the tightly stretched walls of his bitch's vagina!" I lectured, toying 
with Cassie's barbell. "In a little while, he'll start taking short, 
hard strokes, trying to drive that cock as deep as he can before 
unloading his seed into your belly, to maximize the chances of making 
you have his puppies.  Of course, his knot will ensure that none of that 
seed escapes until it's had time to impregnate you."

"Don't be stupid!" Cassie snorted, "He couldn't get me pregnant even if 
I wasn't on the pill!"

"He doesn't know that," I replied softly, "nor does he care.  It's all 
instinctive.  It's hardwired into him."

True to my word, Caesar started slamming into Cassie's pale buttocks 
with increasing force. I picked up a couple of weights I had placed 
under the bench earlier.  Each was hung from a strong magnet, and they 
clicked into place with some force when they approached Cassandra's 
spiked nipples.  I let the weights drop, then picked up the third and 
hooked it to the U-shaped clip on her barbell.  Caesar's stroking did 
the rest. Each thrust of his loins slammed Cassie's hips forward, 
setting the weights swinging.

Now instead of grunting under the assault, she was moaning with 
pleasure/pain as the weights stretched her tits and clit toward the 
floor, swinging vigorously to and fro.

"Argh! You bastard!" she shot me a venomous look as her body began to 
betray her, then remembered her situation with a belated "Sir!"

Then she lost the ability to speak for a while as orgasm overtook her. 
Caesar flooded her insides with hot lava as Cassie gave in to the 
physical sensations and mental pictures I painted for her, going rigid 
underneath the dog as he did his best to bury his entire pelvis in 
dripping sex.

"Now, let's review." I said, as Cassie slowly recovered from her climax. 
"What have we learned so far, Cassandra?"

"You've been trying to tell me that I always have choices," she panted, 
"but you just proved yourself wrong!"

"Did I?" I asked, "Or did I prove that you aren't yet disciplined enough 
to make a choice and stick with it? Or, did I prove that it's sometimes 
possible to change your mind about the choices you've already made?"

"I didn't change my mind!" Cassie snapped, "It was just... overwhelming!"

"So since we don't seem to be in agreement," I said, "perhaps we'll call 
the results of this experiment inconclusive and move on to the next. 
Czar is just dying to try you on for size, but to be honest, he prefers 
the smaller, tighter orifice..."

Cassandra glared at me with a mixture of fear, anger,and arousal, then 
relented, "You're right, sir! It felt so strange and good that I decided 
to stop fighting it, damnit!"

"Is that truly your analysis," I asked softly, "or are you allowing me 
to intimidate you with threats of letting Czar fuck you?"

She glared at me again, but answered: "I don't want the other dog to 
fuck me because I'm afraid I'll surrender to him again, so it's both, okay?"

Caesar chose that moment to dismount and turn around, still locked 
inside Cassie's body. As his cock and knot rotated within her, she 
shuddered through another mini-orgasm.

I smiled down at her and said, "You know, Cassie, a true submissive 
revels in her submission. You fight it. Instead of being a true 
submissive, you're just trying to be apathetic, but you aren't, really, 
and that makes you just pathetic. You try to go through life as if you 
don't care what it does to you, but in point of fact, you DO care.  You 
simply keep making choices that, on the surface, prove to you that you 
have no control over your life."

I knelt and looked into her face. Cassandra's eyes were really beautiful 
when they weren't scowling.

"Wouldn't you agree?" I asked.

Cassie tried to glare at me, but Caesar, whose knot shrinks almost as 
quickly as it grows, chose that moment to pull himself out of her, 
turning her glare into an unfocussed stare for a moment. When she 
returned her attention to me, she smiled wanly instead.

"I don't know if you're right or not," she said, "but it's hard to argue 
with all these distractions!"

"Fair enough!" I replied, beginning the process of freeing her from her 
bonds.

I handed Cassie a robe, and patted the bench beside me as I took a seat. 
  She sat, leaning forward, crossed arms on her knees, staring off into 
space for a long moment.

Finally, she turned toward me and said in an accusatory tone, "You're 
trying to make me be somebody I'm not, and I don't like it!"

"Far from it, Cassie." I wanted to slap her for being so dense, but 
realized that this was a hard thing for her to accept, so I replied, 
mildly, "I simply want you to be conscious of ALL your options and make 
your lifestyle choices appropriately.  Of course, to do that well, you 
have to emulate your namesake somewhat.  You need to try to predict the 
outcomes of your decisions, and make the choices that promise to produce 
the best outcomes for you."

"That's hard!" she replied.

"Life's hard," I shrugged, "and it needs to be. If it were easy for 
everyone, we'd wind up with a world full of lazy, pampered, 
ne'er-do-wells with no ambition and no particular reason for living. 
It's only by contrast with how hard your life has been to date that you 
have any reason to strive for something different.  So you try to choose 
a path that will give you a life that's better in the ways that are 
important to you, and make your individual decisions to stay on that path."

"You know, of course," she finally said, "that you're trying to turn my 
whole world upside down!"

"Actually," I said, "I think your world's been upside down for a long 
time.  I'm just trying to give you the tools to get it on an even keel 
again."

Cassandra was silent again, still staring off into space. Finally she 
turned back to me.

"I've got all these friends," she said, "all these clothes, and this 
whole collection of music! If I decide to change my outlook, like you 
seem to want me to, what happens to all that?"

I shrugged. "Depends on how you see all those things with your new 
'outlook'. Those are choices you'll make as you come to them. But I'm 
not trying to get you to DO anything, only to realize that you have 
choices you may not have considered. It's your life to live, your 
choices to make."

"Don't bullshit me, uh, sir!" she said, "You know perfectly well I can't 
have an epiphany like that without reconsidering all the choices I've 
made over that last few years!"

Well, I never said she was stupid! I smiled in approval.

"As I said, those are choices you'll have to make as you come to them." 
I replied, "I don't think I'd go throwing out all my clothes and looking 
for new friends right away.  You'll decide how much of your current life 
is worth hanging onto, and how much is worthless baggage as you go. 
Friendships, true friendships, in particular, are valuable things. 
You'll want to consider very carefully how you handle those."

She stared at me for a long moment. "I don't get you, sir! You bring me 
down here and use me like a sex toy, then give me what's maybe the best 
advice I've ever had! What's up with that?"

I smiled back at her.

"Two separate issues." I said, "Well, not entirely separate. My use of 
you for my pleasure was, as we agreed on the porch, payment for giving 
you what you wanted. I thought I saw something else in you, though, and 
chose to use my abuse of your body as a way of focussing your attention 
on the, shall we say, gaps in your understanding."

"Nobody does anything for free." Cassie snorted, "What do you get out of 
it?"

I turned to face her, drawing her eyes to mine. "It's what I call 
enlightened self-interest. If I can help one person to use her brain, 
instead of moping through life as dead weight on the rest of us, then 
life gets that little bit better for me and those about whom I care. 
Over the long haul, such things have a way of spreading, and if two or 
three of your friends like your new philosophy enough to follow it, then 
it helps me even more. Who knows, it could even become a movement, and 
THEN imagine the possibilities!"

She had started to cloud up at my comments about dead weight, but 
decided to laugh as I delivered that last sentence.

"And besides," I continued, "advice is free. It's your choice as to 
whether to follow it or not."

One corner of her mouth quirked up. "Yeah, I guess it is. So where are 
my clothes?"

"They're over there," I pointed, "but you're forgetting something."

"What?" she asked sharply.

"There's the little matter of your earlier bad choices in addressing me 
disrespectfully..." I said.

"You mean... You're still..." she started to say.

"Yes, Cassandra." I said, "I told you how I was to be addressed, and on 
at least two occasions, you chose to ignore that and address me 
disrespectfully.  You are free, of course, to make such decisions, but 
when the other party is capable of enforcing his requirements, you must 
understand that there are consequences to making such choices.  That's 
the other part of our discussion, if you'll remember."

"Oh, shit!" she mumbled.

"I'll tell you what:" I said, "In the spirit of the lesson, I'll give 
you a choice of punishments. Twenty five lashes with this..." I showed 
her a well-oiled cat with knots on the ends of each leather strand. "or 
you can be Czar's bitch."

She tried to fix me with another glare, but I saw the way her thighs 
involuntarily opened and closed under the robe. Her eyes darted back and 
forth between my face, the cat, and Czar, who lay in the corner, licking 
his favorite lollipop. (Who says dogs don't masturbate? You think it's 
just cleanliness? If you could lick YOUR cock that way, would you do so 
just to keep it clean?)

"D-does he really like to, you know," she stammered, "uh, fuck girls in 
the, uh, in the ass?"

"More than anything in the world!" I grinned, "But his knot only 
inflates just before he cums, so it gives you time to get used to having 
him in your butt."

She looked once more at the whip, and I swished it through the air for 
her benefit.

"Choose, Cassandra." I said, "Do you want the cat?" I smacked a nearby 
bench, leaving indentations in it's vinyl surface, "Or the dog?"

"Th-the dog, I guess." she mumbled, but her hands were between her 
thighs as she said it.

"Then take your robe off, and go present yourself to him like a bitch in 
heat." I said, hardening my voice a little. "He'll know what to do."

Cassandra gave me a startled look, but there was no give in my 
expression, so she let the robe slip to the floor, her new hardware 
glinting in the dungeon lights. I was a little amused to see that she 
got on hands and knees immediately, then crawled to where Czar lay. I 
gave Czar a hand-signal and he looked up briefly at her approach, then 
went back to licking himself, ignoring Cassie completely.

Cassandra turned until her butt was in Czar's face, or at least where 
his face would be if he wasn't otherwise occupied. He continued to 
ignore her.

Cassie looked at me, confused.

"I guess you'll have to get his attention." I suggested.

She tried petting him, but Czar warned her away with a low growl. 
Cassandra looked to me for help again.

"What would you do if it was a boy you wanted to fuck?" I said.

She thought for a moment, then gave me a dirty look and shook her head.

I shrugged, picked up the cat, and started to rise.

Cassie's eyes went wide, and when she shook her head this time, it meant 
something entirely different.

Tentatively, she put her head down toward Czar's belly. My hand signal 
this time told him she had my permission, and he lifted his own head out 
of the way. Lightly, quickly, Cassie's tongue flicked out and barely 
touched the pointed pink tip of Czar's semi-erect cock. Apparently 
deciding she could live with the taste, she took the pointed shaft 
delicately between her lips.

Czar lay down on his side and lifted his hind leg, giving Cassandra full 
access to his rapidly growing shaft. Having got started, she didn't stop 
until her pink lips encountered the furry ring of his sheath.

With her eyes closed, Cassie began sliding her mouth back and forth 
along the length of Czar's cock. She gave a start at one point as the 
bony tip hit the soft tissues at the entrance to her throat, then 
changed her angle and let the expanding rod slip down her throat.  Czar 
began humping at her mouth and using his front paws to instinctively 
clutch at Cassie's head. The angle was wrong, and only his upper paw 
found any purchase, but that one pushed Cassandra's black-dyed head hard 
against his belly as his lower half bent almost into a U shape, trying 
to bury his cock deep in her throat.

I let Cassie suckle for about five minutes, noting the growing wetness 
between her nether lips. As she nursed on Czar's rapidly lengthening 
cock, I used a tube of gel to lubricate Cassandra's quivering anus.

By the time I had her lubed, Cassie seemed to have forgotten all about 
the fact that her lover was a dog, and was enthusiastically sucking 
away, cramming as much of the now purple shaft as she could into her 
mouth and throat. It took three tries to get her attention.

"He's ready for you now, Cassie." I said, guiding her to her hands and 
knees once more.

Czar needed no command.  He knew his part and immediately lifted his 
forequarters over Cassandra's inviting ass. What surprised me was the 
needful way she moaned and grasped at Czar's thrusting cock, guiding it 
eagerly into her hungry ass!

Cassandra turned to look at me as Czar slammed himself home and 
immediately began 'treading' - throwing his rigid spear rapidly into his 
bitch's depths with a smooth, rhythmic motion of his loins. Cassie's 
eyes rolled up in her head as she felt that long, pointed weapon 
stabbing deep into her colon.

"Aren't - ungh - you - unh - proud - ungh - of - ngh - me?" she grunted 
between thrusts, "I - mmh - made - ugh - a - ungh - choice!"

"Two, apparently." I replied, "Not only did you choose the dog over the 
cat, you apparently chose to enjoy the experience!"

"Under - ungh - statement!" she tried to grin, but found it difficult to 
do anything in the midst of Czar's enthusiastic reaming of the young 
college student's fundament. "Oh - ungh - God! Ungh! Big! Unh! Hard! 
Unh! Fast!"

When Czar's knot started growing, shuttling rapidly through the spasming 
ring of Cassie's anus, her eyes grew large and she cried out with every 
breach of the barrier: "Oh! Oh! Oh!..."

It took less than a minute for the knot to get too big for the opening, 
and Czar settled into the sprint for the finish line, taking short, 
powerful strokes aimed at driving his spike as deep as possible into the 
bitch before spewing his seed into her. Cassandra was somewhere else. 
Her eyelids drooped and fluttered as her eyes rolled back in their 
sockets, as if looking inward to the source of the sensations that 
overtook her body. She moaned continuously, bracing with her arms to 
meet Czar's assault and help him in his quest!

A guttural growl started low in Cassie's chest and quickly rose to an 
ear-piercing shriek as she felt Czar's cock pulsing within her, then 
hosing her bowels with his super-heated discharge. As her breath ran 
out, she began taking short, quick breaths and "EEK!"ing them out on the 
exhale, twitching and clutching around Czar's locked rod.

Finally, exhausted, Cassandra's arms collapsed and folded under her, 
dropping her head and shoulders to the padding of the dungeon floor. 
Czar, unable to rest on her back as he might have liked to do, turned 
around, the rolling of his cock and knot driving another soft spasm from 
the tired girl.

I waited for Czar's bulb to shrink and slurp from the clutching ring of 
Cassie's anus, then helped her once more into the shower.  After a good 
cleaning and mild antiseptic enema, Cassandra emerged, tired and sated.

I put her to bed on the cot in the dungeon, and left Caesar to watch 
over her.  Leaving the door to the dungeon open, I went upstairs to bed. 
  About two o'clock in the morning, I was awakened by Czar's cold nose 
nuzzling my hand.  His demeanor suggested that it was something he 
thought I'd be interested in rather than something to be alarmed about, 
so I checked the security monitors.  None of the sensors had been 
tripped, but one of the dungeon cameras showed Cassie on her knees, her 
upper half still on the cot, cooing and moaning as Caesar ravished her 
pussy once more.  At some point she saw the camera lens zooming in for a 
close-up and, wearing a broad grin, extended her hand, middle finger 
raised, into its field of view.  I laughed and went back to bed, first 
giving Czar a good scratching behind his ears in appreciation of his 
diligence.

The smell of bacon, eggs, and sourdough biscuits brought Cassie up into 
the kitchen wearing the same robe I had given her the day before.

Over breakfast I asked, "So what changed your mind about the dogs?"

She shot me a wicked grin and replied, "I just realized that they're the 
kind of lovers I've been looking for - rough but not mean.  They take 
what they want without worrying about me, and when we're finished, they 
don't need a lot of conversation.  They just go off somewhere and lick 
themselves clean. Hell, if I'd met them first, I might not have asked 
for these!"

She flicked her nipples to indicate the spikes still imbedded therein.

"They can be removed, you know." I said.

"Are you kidding?" she laughed, "After what I went through to get them? 
  No, sir! I'm keeping these puppies!"

We were silent for a while except for the sounds of food being 
vigorously and copiously consumed.  When Cassie's plate and the serving 
dishes were empty, she finally sat back in her chair.

"I know I said you should plan on staying the weekend," I said, "but I 
think I've been adequately repaid for my little baubles, so you're free 
to go whenever you like."

Cassie was quiet, studying me.  Without the heavy makeup she was really 
quite attractive, with that hint of vulnerability I had noted earlier.

"Do I have to leave?" she asked finally, quietly.

I grinned. "If you choose to stay, I'm sure we could find something to 
fill your time!"

She smiled back, but it faded quickly. She played with the remains of 
her egg, making patterns in the yellow muck with her fork.

"Mr. Brenneman," she finally said, "I want to thank you. I mean, you 
could have just been the asshole I thought you were, fucked me all 
weekend, shared me with your dogs, and sent me home the same as I was 
when I got here."

She paused, looking up at me from under her hair, "I'm still not sure 
how I feel about your teaching methods, but the lesson was well worth 
learning. So, um, thank you."

I smiled warmly back at her and said, "Any time. And by the way, I'm not 
too sure about my teaching methods either, but the boys and I enjoy 
them, and we don't get too many complaints!"

For the first time since she had arrived, Cassandra laughed the 
unreserved belly laugh that one saves for the company of friends.

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